( open ) take your time with it

[intelligently]

Who: Lydia Martin + open
Where: The ballroom
When: October 13
Rating: PG
Summary: Lydia's throwing a 'it's close enough screw the date in Wonderland' birthday party
Notes: Some openers in the log or make your own!

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( pre-party | decorating )

[intelligently]

( When Lydia had put up the invitation for the party she'd also asked for kind volunteers to help her decorate, or rather to do the heavy lifting as she directed them. Thankfully people had volunteered without too much persuasion or wheedling being required, and so far the whole decorating side of things was going rather well )

That should be over- ( Lydia turns, pointing to next to where one of the tables was on the back wall ) -there. Just next to it.

( Things were going smoothly, thankfully. Everything should be set up pretty quickly and it should go well ready for the party later. Maybe she'd even thank her help with dances )

oops got my dates mixed up

[disassembles]

[ Bucky just barely swallows a yawn and crouches down to pick up one of Lydia's decorations, hauling it up over his shoulder. He's had kind of a long night, but the only thing to show for it is a haircut that was a little overdue. He hadn't expected things to go the way they did. One second Steve was carding his fingers through Bucky's hair, shaking out loose strands, and the next... Steve had kissed him. He hadn't been entertaining any fantastic ideas about how a relationship would go here, if he happened to get into one. The kiss had been -- actually kind of bad. Then it had turned out that Steve was a quick learner, and Bucky wasn't at all shy about teaching. It didn't instantly or miraculously change the inevitable. They still had a lot to talk about, and it was still a bad idea.

Honestly, though? They've had worse ideas. Steve is right: they deserve whatever happiness they can have here, for as long as it'll last.

For the moment, they've split off to deal with their separate obligations. Bucky volunteered to help a while back, and he isn't about to just blow it off because he wants to kiss Steve's dumb face some more. He has to admit, this isn't what he expected, even knowing Lydia. Seems a little elaborate for a birthday party. Or a wedding. Or crowning the next Queen of England. Lydia is really not cutting any corners here.

He can't deny that it does look really good, and it's not like they don't have plenty of resources to spare around here. ]

You do this a lot back home, Lydia?

[intelligently]

Throw a party or decorate?

( Technically both go together, or sometimes. If the party is just at her house there's never any elaborate decorating going on, only anything like this. She doesn't do things on this scale so often - just her birthdays. They haven't let her in on the school dances yet, sadly )

Enough to know what I'm doing.

( pre-party | dressing )

[intelligently]

( A couple of people had asked for Lydia's help with picking their clothes, or she'd 'kindly offered'. She couldn't have her friends looking silly at her party, not if they wanted to remember it as a fantastic night )

Trust me. You'll be fine.

( She'd already pulled the item out of the closet, and she'd pull another one out if she absolutely had to. If you asked her she'd gotten it perfect on the first go but apparently not everyone wanted to believe her )

[notmymccalling]

[Scott looks at the outfit for a moment, then back at his t-shirt and tartan button-down shirt hanging open over it. He doesn't look as confident as Lydia on this matter.]

You sure? That looks... dressier than I thought we were going for.

[intelligently]

Scott, when am I ever not sure when it comes to this?

( Don't make her come back there even if you are half undressed. She'll do it )

[snarly]

( malia looks down at herself, then back up at lydia, then at the mirror. she looks pleased. ) I do look pretty hot in purple... ( she wrinkles her nose. ) My hair's boring.

[intelligently]

You picked a good colour.

( And she's proud of that, Malia - you're learning. You'll be a girl one day soon )

Waves or up?

[snarly]

Thanks. ( cue sarah sanderson BOYS WILL LOVE ME~ )

Waves. I like it when I can feel my hair on my shoulders. ( lydia, she loves you. really. )

[intelligently]

( Lydia can be found doing just about everything in the room. It was decorated in a simple silver, but more elegant than a school dance would be, and there was even a small buffet table, drinks and music.

Lydia had pulled from the closet a cute dress and had let hair wave around her. She's busy throughout the night, moving between the punch, dance floor, talking to friends and thanking the people that had helped set this up. It's turned out better than she could expect so far and she's pleased.

Thrilled. She's in a fantastic mood, and anyone that pops through the door (when she isn't with someone else) might even be thanked for coming and told to enjoy themselves )

Sometime later in the eveninggggg

[elasticheart]

[After the day she's had, Caroline's relieved, nay, thrilled to have stumbled upon what appears to be a pretty decently planned party. Of course, still a stranger to much of the wonders of wonderland, she isn't sure if this party is a magical thing done by the strange world she's become a hostage in, or if this was put on by one of her fellow captives.

Either way, Caroline makes her way inside the ballroom, eyes scanning the beautiful, grand surroundings, lips pursing in approval at the tasteful decorations. Still dressed in the same bright sundress she arrived in, Caroline's pleased she isn't completely violating the established dress code, even if she's still a little bit on the casual side.

Soon enough, though, admiring the party has stopped doing much for her rather somber mood, and Caroline quickly spots Lydia and deduces that either Lydia's in charge or at least knows who is.

She'll approach with a quiet smile and gently tap her on the shoulder.] Hi. Hey. You wouldn't happen to know if there's a hidden stash of very strong alcohol around here somewhere, would you?

[intelligently]

I know of a not exactly hidden stash.

( Sure half of the people at this party were underage but when there were closets and a celebration? This place didn't play by the rules and what rules were here, really? )

You must be new. ( To have to ask about getting alcohol? Definitely ) But you've come to the right place anyway. Come on.

( Lydia steps away from the girl, giving her a smile as she steps through the room to the back where the drinks table is. She's getting both of them a glass of punch )

[elasticheart]

[Caroline winces before smiling gratefully.] Oh no. I was hoping I wasn't too obvious. But I guess I have lost and confused written all over my face.

[As if to assure her this is not her natural state, she explains.] It's been a day.

[Caroline follows Lydia, and when she sees the punch she sighs happily, holding out a hand to take her glass when it's offered.]

Okay, cute dress, tasteful decorations, alcoholic punch, you're officially my favorite person for like, at least the next hour. [She half-teases. But she's extremely genuine in her gratitude.]

Thanks.

[Scott-Billy-Lydia]

[notmymccalling]

[Scott had someone to fetch before he makes it to Lydia's party. Spur of the moment decision, here, as he showed up at Billy's door, told him he needed to get semi-dressed up because they were going to a friend's party and 'no' wasn't a proper answer. He's sure Allison willy probably be here too, but distracting Billy from his worries came first. Scott will spend the night not thinking about his missing friend while making sure Billy spends the night not worrying about his missing boyfriend.

Into the ball room they go after much convincing from Scott.]

Lydia's one of my friends from back home. She'll be the amazing redhead in probably the most expensive-looking dress in the room. If we were back home, it'd be her birthday soon. And she's known for throwing the best parties in Beacon Hills though, so yeah.

Re: [Scott-Billy-Lydia]

[actualwizard]

[Billy really didn't have a choice when Scott came to his door and said no more moping. It was hard to say no to his puppy eyes. Really it was unfair. But Scott was right, he didn't know how long Teddy would be gone and he needed to get out of his room.]

She sounds like Kate. Kate's parties are pretty awesome too. Though I never really went to any parties in high school.

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Well then you are seriously missing out.

( Lydia had spotted Scott once he'd walked in, going over to him rather than waiting for him to find her. It wasn't that busy yet but Lydia was busy )

Scott. Who did you bring?

( She said open invite, she just wants to know who she's partying with )

OTA

[equalmeasure]

['Formal' and 'party' were the only words Rebekah had needed to hear in order to be present. She arrives dressed accordingly with a reluctant-looking Hayley in tow, pausing once they pass through the double doors and taking a moment to appraise the room. From the looks of it, Lydia's attempts to recruit help had gone rather well.

She's prepared to deflect any complaints or criticism that her companion might be prepared to barrage her with; Hayley may consider herself to be above attending a teenage party, but Rebekah isn't. A party is a party, and she's privately desperate to rectify as many missed opportunities and experiences as she possibly can. Here, she feels, she's in her element, and she immediately makes her way over to get a drink -- though her hope is that before the evening is over, she'll have some young man fetching drinks for her instead.]

Chin up, Hayley. Once you've a few drinks in you, you'll feel better.

[About the party, about their being stuck here, about everything. She'll take even a little bit of improvement as a win. Rebekah herself will be game for socializing throughout the evening, making every effort to be winsome -- she showed up in Wonderland with a black cloud hanging over her head, and she's intent on correcting that first impression.]

[lost_labonair]

I think you're underestimating how much alcohol that would actually require right now.

[ Hayley's tone is dry as she lets her gaze wander about the room, taking in her surroundings with a skeptical look. Begrudging is definitely the word for her mood, although Rebekah had managed to get her into something that was mostly appropriately dressed, even if she's looking less than thrilled to be here in heels.

Or to be here at all, for that matter. She feels strange coming to a teenager's party, considering she'd skipped this whole awkward social stage and hadn't really regretted it either. But she wasn't about to let Rebekah go alone, especially when she'd seemed so excited about it.

Something she's second-guessing right about now. ]

Why am I here again?

[intelligently]

Because your friend had a very good idea?

( Someone that Lydia's debating on whether or not she likes. Party attitude yes, other attitude... hmm )

And I think there's probably enough alcohol in Wonderland that that could be accomplished.

( Because yes, she'd heard the girl's complaint as she'd walked in, getting back ready to circle near the door already )

I'm Lydia, and you both need a drink.

Open!

[bombshelled]

[ Sorry, Lydia, did you want to look the best at your own party? Well that's not gonna happen, 'cause Lana's showed up in a rockin' pink number, and she's pregamed and ready to party! She wasn't particularly invited, per se, but she figured if this birthday girl was gonna announce it to the whole network, that counted as an invitation.

She can be found on the dance floor, mainly, or over by the buffet table during the slow songs. ]

Open!

[wer]

[ Remus... stands out. Like a sore thumb. Between his plaid trousers, ruffled shirt, and dress robes, and the fact that he hasn't been to an actual formal party in, like, ever, he's incredibly uncomfortable. The music isn't like anything he's used to, but at least there's drinks and snacks. He can always rely on drinks and snacks. ]

[snarly]

( the only reason malia is here at all is that it's lydia's birthday. she likes lydia. lydia's nice to her, helps her learn what clothes look good on her and what clothes don't, teaches her how to human, how to math, and most of all, she's just a good friend. this is supposed to be a party for lydia. so... malia shows up. because that's what she's supposed to do. that's what everybody in her group of friends would tell her. even though stiles is gone - not that he really remembered her anyway - and that makes her a little bummed out, there's no reason to pass up an opportunity for liquor - which won't actually get her drunk at all because werecoyote - and good music.

she's dressed in an outfit that lydia grabbed from the closet for her. she feels weird wearing a dress without any pants or anything underneath it. she's more of a casual sort of girl; skirts aren't much her thing. but it's a semi-formal event, kind of, and she hears dresses are expected. her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, curled loosely but down. the semi-wild look she has suits her.

she catches sight of remus and her face screws up immediately. what in the name of god is he wearing? she wrinkles her nose as she approaches, but the corners of her mouth twitch upward. it's funny how weirdly out of place he looks. )

Do I even wanna ask?

[wer]

[ Remus isn't sure whether he's glad Malia is here or embarrassed that she's seeing him like this. To be fair, when he'd gotten dressed, he thought he looked fine. It's only now he's here that he feels uncomfortable. But he smiles sheepishly at Malia all the same. ]

Hey, I was told to dress nice. Where I'm from, this is nice.

[intelligently]

Well that's certainly some kind of- formal.

( Lydia isn't actually entirely certain what she thinks of what he's wearing, other than it's certainly odd in comparison to her idea of formal wear. Okay, maybe with different worlds there'd probably been some weird miscommunication things but he definitely tried so points for effort )

[wer]

I'm sorry. You said no fancy dress, but.. compared to everyone else here, I look ridiculous, don't I?

[ Maybe he'll take up Malia's offer of having Lydia update his wardrobe. He's clearly stuck in another era of fashion. ]